I really have a thing for multiverse. Can someone recommend good multiverse fics?

I'm probably gonna write one myself, tbh.

Featuring:

2004 Revenge Gerard (like when he was on drugs and suicidal)

Black Parade Frank + Gerard

Danger Days Frank + Gerard (the world doesn't end though)

Lemon Gerard

Patience Frank

So, band obviously included, Frank and Gerard are actually dating.

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Actually, no, I want pictures.

These are their outfits as well. Except Revenge Gee.

TW for mentions of self harm, drug and alcohol use, mentions of suicidal thoughts, mild food-restrictive thoughts, low self-image/self-esteem. Also discussions of some sexual things, but no smut.

Okay, now for real:

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(2004) 

Gerard sat with his back to the side of his bed, trying wrap his arms tighter around himself, to contain the flood of overwhelming emotion stuck inside. He let out a quiet, choked sob, quickly shoving a hand over his mouth as he heard his door open.

"Gee?" he heard a familiar voice say. Frankie.

He wanted to signal his presence, he knew Frank would come and hug him and make him feel better, but he couldn't let him know about the mess that was his head. He couldn't let him know about the drugs he had hidden under his bed, or the amount of alcohol he had consumed in the past months. He would hate him for it.

The guys probably had some idea that something was wrong, considering how sick he had been at the last few shows, but it was unconfirmed, and Gerard hoped to keep it that way.

He curled in tighter around himself, when he heard an even more familiar voice. Probably the one he knew best.

"He's in here, I remember," said his own voice, quietly, like he was talking to Frank.

Gerard's head shot up, not high enough to be seen, but indicating his surprise, if anyone could see him.

Oh God, he must really be insane.

He heard footsteps approaching, two pairs. They were coming closer to the other side of his bed.

"Over here," his other voice said softly.

Two pairs of black boots rounded the corner. Frank gasped.

Gerard looked up. There was Frank, with all black hair, even sides and black studs in his ears, wearing some sort of band jacket. And beside him... was him.

Another Gerard, dressed like Frank, but without striped sleeves. His hair was short, way shorter than Gerard's, and bright white. His eyes looked clearer, too. There was something about him that seemed fundamentally different than Gerard as he was now.

"Oh, baby," Frank said, crouching down beside Gerard, looking at the blood on his wrists and his tear stained face. He touched his shoulder, slowly wrapping his arms around his small frame. Gerard clutched at his jacket, looking over Frank's shoulder at his white-haired self, who seemed close to crying. That Gerard crouched down too, hugging him and Frankie.

Gerard couldn't help it anymore. He let out a quiet sob, pressing his face into someone's jacket. His body shook with crying, but Frank and the other Gerard held him tightly, Frank rubbing his back gently.

"It's okay, sweetie," Frank said.

Another pair of voices sounded from the hall.

"This way," his own voice said, yet again.

Gerard looked up, seeing another pair of himself and Frank. Frank's hair was much longer than it was now, and longer than the one with the parade jacket too. He had a lot more tattoos than either Frank, and he looked older, somehow. He wore a yellow shirt with a black leather jacket over it.

The third Gerard had red hair, like, bright red. It was styled in some strange undercut, hanging around his face and flipped over his head messily. His face was slightly different than the white-haired Gerard, but still very recognizable. He had on a blue t-shirt and jeans, still no tattoos or piercings on him.

Gerard stared at them blankly, tears still running down his face, but becoming more confused by the second.

The red-haired Gerard rushed forwards, and dropped to his knees, but his attention was on the white-haired Gerard, whom he detangled from their embrace. He pulled that Gerard into his chest, hugging him tightly.

"It's okay," he said. "He'll be okay."

With that, parade jacket Gerard started crying too, sobs shaking his shoulders as he buried himself into the red Gerard's shirt.

The parade jacket Frank still held onto Gerard tightly. He pulled away slightly, running his hand over his cheek softly.

"I still can't believe I never noticed sooner," he said, looking close to tears himself. The longer haired Frank  sat down beside them and hugged them both, taking the place of the second Gerard.

The only sound in the room became the sobs of various Gerards, the comforting words of the Franks and the red Gerard, and the heavy breathing of everyone.

The voice of another Gerard reached their ears, and his appearance shocked everyone. He had bright yellow hair, cut around his ears. He was wearing a dark blue sweater over a polka-dot button up, the collar peeking out over the top.

Gerard looked up at him in disbelief.

Either he was really insane, or something fucked up was going on.

Lemon-haired Gerard crouched next to the other two Gerard's, wrapping his arms around them both, but focusing on the red-haired one.

"You have to tell him," he said. "All of them, you have to tell all of them. It will hurt, but you can't keep going on this way."

"I-I know," he sobbed. "B-but they'll h-hate me."

"They won't hate you, it will be okay."

The white haired Gerard left them, crawling over to the Franks and Gerard, wrapping his arms around Frank's waist and crying into his leg. It was the wrong Frank, the one with long hair and a yellow shirt instead of the one he matched, but he didn't seem to care. That Frank reached down to pet the crying Gerard's hair.

Gerard turned back to Frank, but movement over his shoulder distracted him.

It was another Frank, this one definitely older. He was a lot less scrawny than the Frank Gerard knew, and he had a lot more tattoos. His hair was it's natural dark brown, longer than the Frank's he was currently hugging, but shorter than the other one's. He somehow looked even more attractive than all the other Franks he had met. Which was saying a lot.

This Frank glanced around, seeming to check off each member in his head. He approached the lemon hair Gerard, reaching up and tapping his shoulder. The other Gerard turned and grinned.

"Frankie!" he exclaimed, pulling him down to be level with them on the ground.

"I'm not quite yours," the seemingly oldest Frank said. "I'm in a few years."

"Oh," the lemon haired Gerard said, but he kept holding him close. "Remember?" he said, gesturing to the red haired Gerard. "Danger Days? 2013? March 22nd?"

Frank looked a little bit sad.

"Yeah, I remember."

The parade Frank looked over and saw his Gerard on the floor, crying, and pulled him to lay across his and the long haired Frank's laps, between the Frank's and Gerard.

"Shh, baby, we'll all be okay," he whispered, kissing both Gerards' heads.

Eventually, the whole clump of Franks and Gerards were all laying on each other, red-haired Gerard and Gerard still crying softly. Gerard was getting really light-headed from all the sobbing of the day.

Parade jacket Frank looked down and noticed blood on his hands.

"Shit," he cursed softly, removing his arms from the white-haired Gerard and showing the red liquid to the lemon haired Gerard and the oldest Frank.

Their eyes widened, and they quickly moved back over to Gerard.

Frank took his hand gently.

"C'mon, sweetie, we gotta clean you up," he said softly. Gerard looked down at his arms, eyes widening when he saw the blood, completely forgetting about the cuts on his arm.

He was crying again as Frank picked him up and carried him to the bathroom. He was incredibly light, way too light.

Gerard winced as Frank got a warm washcloth and pushed it to his inside forearms.

Luckily, they weren't very deep, or they might have to take him to a hospital, and that would be awkward to explain four of the same person along with three of another.

He quickly cleaned him, up, gently wrapping his wrists in white gauze from the cabinet.

It was then that Gerard began stuttering out apologies.

"I-I didn't mean t-too, Frankie, I swear, I'm s-s-orry," he sobbed. "I'm sorry Frankie."

Frank picked him up and set him on the counter, standing between his legs and hugging him tightly.

"It's okay, Gee, you don't have to be sorry."

"B-but, I, I, I'm so terrible, Frankie," he cried, fisting Frank's shirt and burying his face into it. "I'm so terrible, I-" he cut himself off with a sob, falling completely against Frank.

"No, Gee," he said, rubbing the younger version of the singer's back. "It's not your fault, okay? You should have told us. Just tell us, I'll make it better."

Gerard knew he wasn't talking about him and the other versions of them, but rather referring to the bandmates of 2004.

"But, they'll hate me, Frankie will hate me, a-and Mikey will hate me." Gerard grabbed Frank's shoulders and shook his head against his chest. "I can't do that. I can't- If Frankie hates me, I can't-" he was interrupted by a fresh round of tears, struggling to get breath in to speak more. "I can't be alive if Frankie hates me," he finished quietly. Pathetically, in his opinion.

"I- Frank won't hate you," Frank assured him. "Okay? I'll help you get better, I promise. I'll make it better, baby."

Gerard sniffed, and Frank put his arms under his legs, pulling him off the counter and against his body completely. Gerard sighed, the contentment of finally being held by another human, especially Frank, washing over his body. He wrapped his own arms around Frank's ribs, resting his head on his shoulder.

"I got you, okay?"

-

Fifteen minutes later, no one was crying. The Gerards sat on Gerard's bed. The oldest Frank had decided Gerard needed to eat something, like, right now, and so he and the other Frank's were downstairs in the kitchen, trying to 'stealthily' pull off making food for the Gerards without waking up the rest of the house, with lemon Gerard on emergency emotional support duty.

(a/n for purposes, the band lives together in one house. Frank and Mikey and Gerard live upstairs, while Ray and Matt live on the ground floor, and the basement in a music/art studio. There's a bathroom on the top two floors.)

Knowing Frank, they were probably having the time of their lives, and having the most inappropriate conversation ever.

Honestly, none of the Gerards would be surprised if they were making out with each other, just to see what kissing themselves felt like.

A very honestly predictable conversation started up between the Gerards, when lemon Gerard mentioned to parade jacket Gerard that it was strange that he was wearing the Black Parade uniform if they hadn't even filmed Welcome to the Black Parade and Famous Last Words.

Parade Gerard shrugged.

"I don't know. Frank and I just showed up in these outfits. I was wearing a hoodie and t-shirt before this."

Gerard, of course, wanted to know what that was.

The other Gerard's were hesitant to tell him, but they also knew how they couldn't stand information being kept from them.

"So, it's our next record, and it's like, this dead parade, and we're in charge of it."

Gerard opened his mouth to ask a question, but the red haired Gerard cut him off.

"After that is mine, and we're like... well, it's that one comic idea you had, like, a while back, with the Killjoys?"

Gerard gasped.

"That actually works?!"

Lemon Gerard nodded excitedly.

"We make a comic of it too!"

Red-haired Gerard bounced excitedly.

"Really?! Oh my god, I have so many ideas! I love this universe so much!"

"Does it have the child heroine thing I wanted?" Parade Gerard asked excitedly.

"Yes! She's called The Girl, and-"

He was interrupted mid-sentence by three giggling Franks walking in, holding plates of food.

Black Parade Frank rolled his eyes.

"Why am I not surprised?" they all groaned simultaneously.

The Killjoy Frank shook his head lovingly.

"Five minutes and they're already talking about comics."

"It was more than five minutes!" Black Parade Gerard protested.

"Whatever," the oldest Frank rolled his eyes.

"You guys are ridiculous," Parade Frank added.

"You like comics too!" Lemon Gerard argued. His eyes widened as he remembered something very interesting. He turned to the oldest Frank. "Remember that time we went to the comic convention and in the bathroom you-"

"Oh my God, Gerard, of course I remember, I was there!" interrupted a very red-faced Frank.

"Anyway, food!" Killjoy Frank cheered, breaking the silence.

"Shh, Frank," Killjoy Gerard shushed him, his voice still a little watery. "You're gonna get us caught!"

"What would happen if Mikey walked in right now anyway?" Gerard asked as the Franks sat down on the ground beside them, setting the food in the middle. Lemon Gerard grabbed sandwiches immediately, passing them out among himself. Parade Gerard took a quick bite, while Killjoy Gerard watched his bread warily like it might eat him.

Killjoy Frank shrugged.

"Maybe he would pass out," he suggested, taking an eager bite of his own food. He had to fuel his boundless energy somehow.

"Eh, this is Mikey we're talking about," Parade Gerard said. "He's seen some fucked up shit."

"True," Parade Frank agreed, reaching over to take his counterpart-Gerard's hand.

Gerard finally took a small bite of the sandwich he had been given, grimacing at the feeling of food sliding down his throat, but also loving the satisfying taste of a Frank-made cheese sandwich and the hunger it filled as it settled in his stomach. He reluctantly took another bite, then another and another, and soon the whole sandwich was gone.

(a/n this is making me hungry)

Killjoy Gerard picked off a seed and a piece of a slice of cheese and put it in his mouth, but otherwise didn't show any interest nor appetite.

Gerard felt slightly guilty, seeing that Killjoy him wasn't eating, as he should be doing, but Lemon Gerard and Black Parade Frank seemed to read his mind, passing another sandwich between themselves and to him, and he was too hungry to resist devouring the whole thing.

Killjoy Gerard set his sandwich back on his plate, but Lemon Gerard picked it up and put it back into his hands. Killjoy Gerard looked like he would argue, but then knew how pointless it would be to argue with himself.

His stomach rumbled quietly, something Gerard barely heard over the Black Parade pair and the older Frank's conversation about how far it was from Japan to Jersey.

Killjoy Gerard looked conflictedly at the sandwich in his hands, then at the floor, until his matching Frank crawled up behind him and placed a soft kiss on the back of his head, leaning forwards to whisper something in his ear. It was interesting he was trying to hide their conversation from themselves, but maybe it was just habit. Killjoy Gerard looked between his Frank and the food, eyebrows creasing in thought.

He finally took a small bite, and Frank whispered something else into his ear, kissing the side of his head again and rubbing his ribs soothingly.

Gerard kind of wished he had other versions of himself around all the time, because watching Frank comfort someone was cute as fuck, even if it made him feel a pang of longing in his chest to be the one on the receiving end of that comfort.

Yet again, the others seemed to read his mind. The Black Parade pair pulled him over, sandwiching him between them and wrapping their arms around his thin frame. Gerard snuggled happily into his newfound cocoon of warmth and protection, the feeling of being pressed into his own body somehow not weird.

-

When the plates were put away - the Killjoy Frank and Lemon Gerard getting Killjoy Gerard to eat two sandwiches and the Black Parade pair getting Gerard to eat three - they found some blankets and wrapped themselves up, Gerard smushed between versions of himself and his friend, encased in Star Wars symbols. 

As the Parade Gerard rolled around and shifted to rest on top of his Frank, the oldest Frank glanced over and smirked.

"I forgot how much of a top you were- are, whatever, then, or... now... I don't know," he remarked, stuttering over tenses.

Parade Frank giggled, but only one word reached into Gerard's mind.

Top.

Like, sex?

"Wait," he said, interrupting Frank's giggling, even though it was adorable. "Top, like, as in topping in sex?"

The oldest Frank looked in his direction - well, really they were only about a foot away, so he mostly just focused on him. 

"Uh, yeah," he said.

"But, like," Gerard stumbled over his words, struggling to come up with a way to phrase his questions so Frank wouldn't be weirded out. "Sex... with, like, you? Or- er, Frank?"

Killjoy Frank's head snapped to him, and a well of anxiety rose in Gerard. He didn't act normal enough, this Gerard's life was gonna be ruined now. He knew he still needed  Frank - he always would - that had been obvious when he got Killjoy Gerard to eat, and now he had fucked it all up, oh god, this was why he was on the drugs, so he didn't have to fuck anything else up. Shit-

His internal panic was cut short by Parade Gerard's theatrical gasp.

"Oh no!" he said in mock-but-also-kinda-real horror. "The poor child hasn't had sex with Frankie yet, I feel so bad for him!"

"Me too," Parade Frank agreed, earning an elbow to the ribs from his counterpart Gerard which really ended up mostly just jostling their cuddly cocoon of blankets, but it's the thought that counts.

"Cocky motherfucker," Parade Gerard grumbled.

His Frank smirked. 

"You got that right," he grinned. "Maybe not the mother part but- ow!"

Parade Gerard elbowed him again, this time managing to dig his bone into Frank's side without messing up the giant blanket-taco too much.

Gerard, on the other hand, was still in shock.

"W-what?"

Lemon Gerard looked over at his past-self's astonishment, snuggling closer as it got colder in the room.

"You have a lot to look forward to," he assured him, looking over just as the Parade pair locked lips.

"Hey! No making out in the group taco!"

-

Gerard woke up in a an empty pile of Star Wars blankets on the floor. He sat up groggily and looked around. There was no sign of any other Gerard or Frank's presence.

"What a weird ass dream," he muttered to himself.

At least he had gotten to sleep without dying.

Actually, he didn't feel the telltale signs of drugs wearing off; how did he get to sleep sober?

He shoved some blankets aside, freezing when his eyes landed on his freshly bandaged wrist, the gauze obviously newer than his dream last night.

If one of the guys had come in...

His thoughts froze as his eyes locked on a folded piece of paper resting innocently on the carpet.

Slowly, Gerard moved the blankets, crawling forward to retrieve the paper. He took a deep breath before opening it.

We had to go, sweet dreams! <3 - Frnk3

Talk to the guys, tell them, I promise it will work out. - xoxo g (Lemon)

I look forward to fucking you in the future <3 - Parade Frnk

Really Frank? Trust Mikey, you never know what might happen. - xo (Parade) gee

Make sure you eat, we love you. <3 - Fun Ghoul/Frnk

Tell the guys, it'll be easy to kick if you really try. - xo Party Poison

Gerard stared at the notes and signed names, three of them in his own sloppy writing and three in Frank's, and for the first time in a long time, he felt a stirring of hope in his chest.

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And done.

Just look at how cute this human is:

Whhyyyyyyyyyyyy??? Who gave you the fucking right to be so cute, Gerard???? Huh???????

Okay, it was me, I admit.

This is still requests though guys.

I need requests.

Also, you have no idea how much fucking candy I ate today, I swear. It was literally half a  bucket. My family plays this trivia thing, and if you win you get Halloween candy.

Yesterday at someone's door, I said, "Happy MCR Return day!" and they said, "Thanks, you too." I don't think they rlly heard me tbh.

Anyway, I hoped you guys liked this! I'm considering a part two, which would be like, all the Gerard's in their own times fixing their issues. Part two of the last one is still on, I just suck and I keep not doing it.

ily, bye!

- Brightside ⨳